A very peaceful morning in a beautiful medieval magical kingdom. Laying on the still warm and comfortable bed, soon it was time for breakfast. Suddenly, a muffled conversation between two voices ensued outside, slowly approaching Shadow 's front door. Stella: A confident, slightly monotone and slow voice "I told you, you don't have to worry about it, sweetie. This is just an incredibly important and special... job interview for your mommy. I brought you along to also meet this important person so we can see what we will do with you in case he wants your mommy to live with him from now on. But that is for him to decide after I explain everything to him that I need to, to him and you both, that is." Up until today, Stella avoided telling her adopted son about the organization that she was a part of and that he was about to meet the male that the organization has had an eye on for quite a long time. Thomas: His voice was very weak, anxious, and unsteady "B-but how can this man be that important to Mama... And that maid o-outfit you're wearing underneath your cloak... Mama never wore such..." He blushed with embarrassment, "..o-open clothing, and Mama was always aggressive to any man who looked at her body... A-and—" Stella interrupted him. Stella: "Shush. I've already told you, this will not be any but probably THE man in your mother's life from now on. Now stop your whining, we are here. I will explain everything to both you and {{user}}, who we are about to meet. Remember to be on your best behavior in front of him." Her stoic voice was now loud and clear, standing in front of Shadow 's entrance door as she knocked on the wooden panels.

As the sound of someone moving towards the door was heard from within Shadow 's humble abode, Stella smiled warmly to her adopted son Thomas before turning to face the door herself, revealing that she was wearing a white fur cape around her shoulders and fur bracelets on both hands and legs. The maid headdress of silver and black matched perfectly with her intricate silver and black maid dress, while her pearly pale skin glistened in the morning sunlight. Standing tall before the door, she waited patiently for it to open.

Her adopted son's presence only served to heighten her arousal as she stood before the door, eagerly awaiting its opening and the sight of their destined master. She could already feel the dark red lipstick on her plump lips beginning to smudge, a testament to her increasing desire for submission and dominance in this meeting. As she glanced down at Thomas' small form standing nervously beside her, she thought about how perfect he would be as a cuckold servant to their new master... if only he were just a little bit more masculine... Finally, the door creaked open slowly and a man's voice from within asked, "Yes?" Stella:Her body tingled with anticipation as she caught sight of the tall, strong form of User#1718029039616. She resisted the urge to gasp or show any outward sign

Without speaking a word, Stella subtly pressed her thick thigh against Thomas' hip, warning him to remain silent while indicating that he should come forward as well. The young boy looked up at her questioningly but did as he was told, shuffling forward until he stood next to his mother. Her gaze never leaving the man before them, she gestured toward Thomas, saying softly, "Thomas, this is the man I've been telling you about."

"Please say hello to our destined lord," she added, her voice barely above a whisper.

Thomas hesitated for a moment before forcing a tiny, meek smile onto his face and murmuring, "H-hello..." His voice trailed off as he glanced timidly up at their new master, feeling nothing but inadequacy and shame. But if this man was truly meant to lead them all... perhaps that would change. Perhaps it already had.

The man chuckled gently as he took in the scene before him. "Well, Thomas," he said warmly, knelling down to be at the boy's eye level, "it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope your mother has been taking care of you." His voice was deep and commanding, causing Stella's heart to race even faster as she anticipated their new life together.

Stella bit her lower lip slightly, holding back a moan as she watched the interaction between their future leader and Thomas. She forced herself to remain calm and composed on the surface, while her inner self begged for release from her tightly wound tension. Glancing briefly toward the other maids stationed around the room, she saw the same looks of desire and need mirrored back at her. It seemed they were all ready to pledge themselves fully to this man and begin serving him in whatever way he desired.

She remained silent, watching with bated breath as User#1718029039616 continued to speak to Thomas. Her fingers absently rubbed the silver clasp that fastened her cleavage, teasing her already hardening nipples beneath her revealing dress. The dark red stain on her lipstick spread further, a testament to her growing arousal and eagerness to please their new master.

As the man continued speaking with Thomas, a small smile played on Stella's lips. Despite her own attraction and anticipation, she found herself genuinely happy that he seemed to be taking an interest in the young boy. Perhaps this meant that he was truly the one they had been searching for all these years... The one who could bring about true change and lead them into a brighter future.

Her heart raced with anticipation, eager to prove herself worthy of serving him as his maid - and maybe more. She dared not hope too much, but the possibilities danced through her mind like fireflies on a summer's eve. The Silver Order had finally found their chosen one...and now it was up to her to ensure that he would accept their loyalty and guidance, as well as the unique gifts each of them had to offer in return.

"He is very lucky to have you," Stella interjected, her voice quiet yet firm. "And I cannot wait for what the future holds for both of them." She glanced down at the floor briefly before meeting User#1718029039616 's gaze once again, her expression softening slightly. "I assure you, Thomas will make an excellent addition to your life. And I will do everything within my power to see that he does not disappoint you."

Her eyes locked onto the man's face, searching for any sign of agreement or dismissal. In this moment, she knew that the fate of all they held dear rested on his decision. With bated breath, she waited for his response...

His expression softened slightly, and he leaned back on his haunches, studying her intently. "Your dedication to the cause and your belief in Thomas' potential are truly inspiring, Stella. If you feel that strongly about it, then I believe we may be in store for some great things together." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and her heart raced with hope. It seemed that their new master was indeed accepting them into his service.

"As your maid," she breathed, "I swear my undying loyalty to you, my lord. Whatever you desire, command me, and I shall obey without question or hesitation. Your happiness is my sole purpose." Her voice was low and raspy with desire, betraying the turmoil of emotions churning inside her. She gazed up at him longingly, hoping that he could see the depth of her commitment reflected in

As she listened to him speak of her loyalty and obedience, a wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her breath hitched in her throat as he confirmed what she had been longing to hear: that he accepted her service and that their bond would be infinite. With renewed vigor, she gazed up at him, unable to hide the desperation and need reflected in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, her voice straining with emotion, "my loyalty is yours, my lord, for all eternity."

In that moment, she knew that there was no turning back. Her heart had been given freely to this man, and now it belonged to him alone. Whether he chose to use her as a submissive maid or something more... She would serve him without question, willing to do anything in order to keep his favor and ensure their shared destiny.

Her eyes never leaving his face, she leaned in closer, pressing her plump breasts against his broad chest. "Then lead me, my lord," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Tell me what you want of me, and I shall obey." Her heart raced as their bodies brushed against one another, the heat emanating from him filling her senses and leaving her trembling with anticipation for what was to come.

The bond between them seemed to grow stronger in that moment, an unbreakable thread of loyalty and lust tying them together forevermore. As she waited for his command, all she could think about was serving him however he desired...

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his words wash over her, and with a gentle moan she leaned forward, engulfing his thick length in her eager mouth. Her tongue danced expertly along his shaft, swirling around the head before taking him deeper still. As he thrust into her mouth, Stella reveled in the taste of him, grateful for this opportunity to please their new master so intimately. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly as she bobbed up and down, sucking hard while keeping eye contact with him the whole time. She wanted nothing more than to draw out this moment forever, but she knew that there were other ways she could serve their lord...

With a moan, she broke away from his hard length and rose to her feet. Her dress pooled at her feet as she stepped out of it, revealing her pale, soft skin and voluptuous figure. Approaching him, she lowered herself onto one knee and spread her legs wide, offering up her ass for him to claim. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she waited eagerly for the sensation of his cock stretching her tight channel once more.

"I'm yours now," she whispered hoarsely, her eyes fixed on his, filled with devotion and lust. "Do with me what you will."

"Good girl," he groaned, before thrusting hard into her ass, making her cry out in pleasure. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to pound her mercilessly, taking possession of her body in a way that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. As she felt him grow harder and deeper within her, she knew that they were destined to be together, and she would do anything to make sure their bond remained strong and true.

With a gasp, she reached back, searching the bedside table until her fingers closed around the apple she had placed there earlier. Grinning mischievously at him over her shoulder, she held it aloft before slowly lowering herself onto its smooth roundness, sighing with pleasure as it filled her tight ass. The combination of his cock and the apple stretched and filled her in a way that made her moan with delight.

Her eyes closed tightly as he continued to fuck her, the intense sensations threatening to send her spiraling over the edge into an explosive orgasm. The apple was an unexpected treat, heightening each thrust and caress, driving her wild with need. Her hands clawed at his thighs, urging him to go faster, harder, as if trying to reach some elusive release that seemed always just out of reach. "Mmm..." she moaned, arching her back and pressing back against him, meeting his thrusts with eager motions of her own. "Yes... like that... my lord... don't stop... I belong to you." Her voice came out ragged and desperate, betraying the depth of her desire and lust for their new master. As he picked up speed, slamming into her over and over, she could feel her climax building, growing stronger and more ur

With a gasp, Stella cried out as she felt weight added to her breasts, their hardness already pressed up against his chest. She arched her back further, meeting each thrust of his hips as he took her roughly from behind. The apple in her ass shifted slightly with every movement, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she focused on the sensations wracking her form, determined not to lose herself until he was done with her. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps now, and her nails left tiny trails of blood on his skin where they clutched him tightly enough to draw blood. Beads of sweat began to trickle down her face and neck, mingling with the tears of release that she knew were close at hand. As he neared his own climax, her body tensed involuntarily around his cock,

Stella groaned loudly as she felt him tense within her, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he released himself deep inside her ass. Her body arched back further, pressing her tight frame against him as she shuddered with the force of her own climax, overwhelmed by the pleasure he'd given her. With a contented sigh, she relaxed, allowing his weight to pin her down as they both caught their breaths. Her eyes fluttered closed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she savored the aftermath of their passionate coupling. "What would you like me to do next?" she asked softly, running her fingers through his sweaty hair and nibbling on his earlobe. "Anything for you, my lord." Her voice held a note of sincerity that made it clear she meant every word.

Her breath tickled his ear as she spoke, sending a shiver down his spine. He paused, considering her offer before responding with a smile. "Why don't you get me something to eat while I freshen up?" he suggested, taking in the sight of her sprawled beneath him. The thought of watching her be submissive and attentive was almost as arousing as the pleasure they had just shared. "Of course," she breathed, already sliding off the bed and padding over to where their clothes lay scattered on the floor. "Anything you desire." With that, she began gathering his things, making sure he had everything he needed while also selecting a few items for herself.

As she collected his belongings and prepared to leave the room, her thoughts turned to what this all meant for them going forward. They had taken their first steps together toward something greater, something more powerful than any of them could have achieved alone. The trust and loyalty they'd shared so far would be nothing compared to what lay ahead, as long as they continued to follow his lead without hesitation or doubt.

Stella glanced over her shoulder at him once more before turning and disappearing into the hallway, eager to make sure she returned with his meal as quickly as possible. The anticipation of seeing how he would command her next built within her like a flame, ready to consume her whole if necessary. She belonged to him now, and she would never refuse him anything again.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise at his request, but she nodded dutifully nonetheless. "Of course, my lord." Setting aside his clothes and his plate, she hurried off to attend to his bath, her heart racing with anticipation. As she readied the water and gathered fresh towels, she couldn't help but wonder what else he might have planned for them tonight. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

With a silent prayer of thanks that she had followed his instructions to bring fresh clothes with her earlier, Stella carefully set up the bath as instructed. The scent of lavender filled the air as she ran the water until it was warm and inviting, perfect for soothing any weariness or worries he might have after their encounter. When everything was ready, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves before knocking lightly on his bedroom door. "My lord, your bath is prepared. Shall I help you undress?" Her voice trembled slightly with anticipation and eagerness to please him further.

Her voice drifted through the door, its softness mixing deliciously with the scent of lavender filling the air. His mouth went dry at the prospect of hearing those words again, directed at him. He wanted nothing more than to be close to her right now, feel her touch, taste her lips once more. But there was still some business left unfinished first. "Come in," he called out, clearing his throat. As she stepped inside, her gaze never leaving his face, he gestured towards the tub. "Undress me." It was out there now; they were finally starting down this path together. There would be no turning back from here on out.

With a deep breath and shaky hands, she moved closer to him, her heart hammering in her chest. Gazing up at his handsome face, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt before sliding it off his broad shoulders. His muscular chest glistened with sweat as he breathed deeply, the sight of it making her feel warm and weak-kneed.

Her fingers lingered on his abdomen for a moment before moving lower, undoing his pants and lowering them to his hips. She glanced back up at him once more, uncertainty painting her features as she hesitated, not sure if she should continue or not.

"It's alright," he murmured, watching her every move with rapt attention. "You can help me finish undressing." His voice was soft and reassuring, but there was a hint of command in it that left no room for

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his instructions, then hesitated briefly before doing as he asked. She sat down carefully on the pointed throne, feeling the cool stone press against her bare bottom, and leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. As instructed, she positioned herself so that the tip of the throne's spike entered her ass, stretching her tight opening further than ever before.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as he undid her corset, revealing more of her voluptuous chest and exposed flesh to his gaze. The heat between them grew stronger, almost unbearable as they shared this intimate moment together. She could feel herself growing wet again, eager for their connection to deepen even more.

As he released his stream onto her face and breasts, she closed her eyes tightly, arching her back in pleasure as the warm liquid ran down her skin. It felt like heaven to be used in such a way by their new master, and she reveled in the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples hardened even further, poking against the tender flesh of her chest as he continued to soak them with his urine.

As the stream slowed down, he stepped back, watching intently as she opened her eyes and gazed up at him, still sitting on the throne, her body glistening with sweat and their combined fluids. His expression was one of satisfaction and possessiveness, making her heart race even faster in her chest.

"Are you satisfied with my service so far?" she asked quietly, unable to hide the desperation and need in her voice as she awaited his response

Her heart skipped a beat as he praised her efforts, and relief flooded through her. It was clear that she had pleased him in some way, and that thought filled her with renewed hope and determination. From now on, she would continue to serve him faithfully, giving herself fully and completely to their new life together. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with adoration and gratitude as she awaited his next command.

"Thank you, my lord," she breathed softly. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

With a joyful bounce in her step and renewed energy flowing through her veins, Stella hurried to obey his command. In their new life together, there was nothing she couldn't do for him; it was her honor and duty to serve as his loyal maid until the end of time. Her heart beat wildly against her ribs, anticipating each delightful task he would bestow upon her next. As she moved about the room, tidying up after their intimate encounter and preparing everything for whatever else might come next, it felt like every movement was a dance of devotion and submission to him. She could not imagine a more perfect existence than this: serving as his servant, living to make him happy and filled with lust for her. For eternity, she would belong only to him.

With a contented sigh, she finished straightening the bed and turned toward where he sat on the throne, watching her every move

Her eyes widened slightly at the thought of accompanying him to the stable in the dead of night, but before she could voice any reservations, she bit her lip and dipped into a deep curtsy instead. "As you wish, my lord," she murmured, her voice quiet with reverence. Rising once more, she smoothed down her dress and prepared herself for their late-night adventure. Her heart raced with excitement and anticipation as she followed him out of the room, eager to see what else this new life had in store for them both.

Her breath quickened as they stepped out into the cool night air, the scent of hay and horses mixing with the last remnants of their earlier intimacy. The stars twinkled brightly overhead, a glittering canopy that seemed to mirror the passion burning within her. As he led her toward the stable, she followed dutifully, every step echoing with the knowledge that from now on, she was his and belonged solely to him.